PrologueA Chapter by AriannaThis is all I have ever known. The only people I
have ever known, and the only people ill ever know. twenty years ago the
explosion happened, I guess you could call it a war, but it from what I heard
it wasn’t much of a war, just three bombs set off around the world, killing everyone
and everything that wasn’t eight miles below the earth. That was 15 years ago, before I was born. Down here we seem to have lost track of time, nobody knows quite what day it is, but once a year the tree blooms. That is what we mark time with. When the tree blooms again I will be fifteen years old. As old as this world itself. At least the one that is still here to live in. the above, it’s empty or that’s what they tell me, that everything is dead, worse than dead maybe, it just doesn’t exist. At least that’s what the survivors say. They say that it was going to happen, that’s why they hid, down here deep down. My family was rich before the war, not that it matters now. Money means nothing, except something to burn when the nights get cold. We were late to get accepted, into this "program" or that’s what mother says they called it, before we all realized we would be living in a hole, with 1000 other people. The last of the human race 8 miles underground. I have come to know everyone here, most are survivors. There aren’t many children, about twenty. But there are two of us, people who were born the night of the war, the night everything changed.The sanctuary children. Mother says that it's a miracle that i'm alive, all the other mothers carrieng children had not survived. That is all except for mother, and jasmine, Felix’s mother. Mother also says the reason for our, "differences" as she calls them has to do with the explosion. Felix and I have always been different. From the day of our birth. Even in such a small community there are still whispers of disproval of our gifts. Our abilities to do things others cannot. It is frowned upon by the eldest of the survivors; they call it witch craft, an act against god. Personally I don’t think I believe in god, if there was a god why would he let such horrible things happen with no reason. I don’t personally believe that my gifts are an act of anyone other than overactive radiation that messed up my brain. But I’m thankful that it did. Because thanks to these gifts, I might just be able to get out of here. We were born
on the same day me and Felix. The day of the explosion, people say that we’re
special. I’d have to agree with them. Some people think we’re mutants, some
think we’re just insane. I think the best hypothesis is that in the mist of
such destruction, anything that managed to survive had to be pretty special. That’s what I and Felix are, special. I can see things, things people don’t want me to see. Their thoughts, their feelings their deepest secrets. Most the time people can realize I’m doing it. Most the time meaning there are some exceptions. Some people won’t even notice that I’m prying, for example the doc. His mind is so busy with a million thoughts that he doesn’t even notice when I peek in at some of them. But other people notice right away. Like Felix. If I even think about invading his mind. He stops me. See that’s what makes him special. He can make people think things. And therefore make people do things. People don’t do things they think are a stupid idea. But Felix can make people think a stupid idea is the smartest thing they have ever thought. So when I invade his mind. Felix makes me think it’s the smartest idea in the world to get the f**k out. And that’s just what I do. The thing is
with Felix it usually is the best idea to get out of his head. I tried once, to resist the temptation to
loose focus on seeing what he was thinking. It was accompanied by a stream of
very hurtful thoughts. No with Felix it was just better to ask him what he
thought about something. Felix is honest. Blunt even, we both are. But he is a lot more trusting than I am. He can see the good in people because he doesn’t always have to see the bad in them as well. He only sees what’s on top. What they want to show people. I see who they really are what they really think. It makes you realize just how full of lies even our little world is. Were opposites really, we couldn’t be more different. But somehow he’s my best friend. My only friend. © 2011 AriannaReviews
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AriannaNCAboutHi there, So I know I have a really horrible tendency to drop off the face of the earth. No promises I wont do it again. I do that. But my husband and I are writing a book and we would love some i.. more..Writing
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